Monday, April 4, 2011
This stump is rotting from the inside out. I found it protruding from a sea of snow along a city street. Growing up, one of my fondest memories was counting the rings of a tree to search out its age. Regardless of what we seemed to be doing at the time, our fun usually came to screeching halt when we ever came across a recently cut down tree, and there were lots of them that were felled, when the dreaded 'elm disease' attacked the Forest City's towering trees. The bigger it was the more fun. We'd all gather around and get our fingers busy. Five boys, five fingers, five different counts. It got confusing! But that tantalizing, sweet fragrance of the sawdust was heaven.